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On The Road Again	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10: “Bringing Sexy Back”
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When we arrived in Illinois, we had a little time to ourselves before preparing for the show that night. There was a Target nearby, so Chris and I decided to go there. Stupid Sanjaya had gotten me hungry for those goldfish crackers. Apparently, him and Phil were eating them while Chris and I wrote our song together. By the time Chris and I had joined for the card game, Sanjaya had devoured the last handful of fish, and was singing that stupid song over and over again.

“I love goldfishes cuz they’re so delicious! Gone goldfishin’!”
I wanted to smack hm upside his head. He not only got that song stuck in my head for the whole rest of the night, but he always left me with a huge craving for those damn crackers that I still hadn’t gotten over.
Also, we were all talking about our favorite board games, and we found that Clue was all of our favorite games. So, we decided to get that game as well.
I thought it would be just Chris and I, but as soon as he heard we were going to Target, Sanjaya wanted to go too. “I want to get something else to read. I’ve read all my books already.”
“Wait. You can read?” I asked.
Sanjaya flipped me off again, as he had done that day on the beach
I laughed. “I’m telling your mom.”
“She’s not on tour with us anymore.” He smiled at me smugly.
“Well then I can tell your sister, and she can tell your mom.”
“My sister would never do that to me.”
“Are you sure of that?”
Chris rolled his eyes, and placed an arm over my shoulder. “Break it up you two. I swear sometimes you’re like little kids.”
“He started it,” Sanjaya insisted.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
Again, Chris rolled his eyes. “Point made.”
Phil and Sligh both laughed.
“I want to come along too. I need to restock my food. I don’t trust anyone else to do it for me. I am particular about what I get. Besides, I don’t like feeling like I have slaves. I have two legs. I can get my own food,” Sligh stated.
“You’re a good man, Bro.” Phil pat Sligh’s shoulder. “I think I’m going to stay behind, and try to get some shut eye now that I don’t have your snoring to keep me awake.”
“Ha, ha!” Sligh said, not sounding amused.
So, we were soon headed off to Target.
“Wait! Where are you going?” Sanjaya’s sister, Shyamali asked, running over to us.
“Target,” Sanjaya said simply.
“Well I have to go with you.”
“Why? I’m just getting some more books and maybe another DVD.”
“I’m here to watch you. Mom said to make sure I don’t let you out of my sight. I probably shouldn’t even be sleeping on the girls’ bus, but you can’t go anywhere when on the bus, so…”
“I’m seventeen; not seven.”
“I still need to go with you.”
“Babysitter!” I coughed the word into my hand.
Sanjaya glared at me.
Chris smirked. “You love getting him roused, don’t you?”
I grinned, and whispered into my ear. “Just as I love getting you aroused.”
He licked his lips, and I knew I was going to pay for that later.
B∞C

When we arrived at Target, Sligh, Sanjaya, and Shyamali went their separate ways, leaving Blake and I to ourselves.
“You are so going to pay for that comment you made outside,” I murmured in his ear.
He grinned at me. “Promises, promises.”
I grinned too.
Before we get what we need, let’s look around. I don’t feel like going back to the bus with Tweedledee and Tweedledum just yet,” Blake said.
I smirked. “You’re nice.”
“Come on!” Blake gently dragged me along by the wrist, but just long enough to get me headed in the right direction with him.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Somewhere where we can escape the fans at least for a little bit,” he said.
I followed him into the deserted toy department.
I raised an eyebrow. “Toys?”
He shrugged. “Why not? Everyone still likes to play with toys. They just don’t often admit it.” He winked at me.
I shrugged. I supposed he was right. There were a few toys I had as a child that I wouldn’t mind having again.
“Think fast!”
“Oof!” I exclaimed as I was suddenly hit hard in the face with something. I heard it fall to the floor with a smack, and looked to see what it was. It was a football.
“Man! And they let you be on the football team? You’re not too good, man,” Blake said, picking the football up.
I grabbed it from him. “Shut up! You caught me off guard.”
“You’re supposed to be on your guard at all—Ow!”
I laughed. I had thrown the ball at Blake, and it hit him smack dab in the face.
“What’d ya do that for?” he whined.
I smirked. “You’re supposed to be on your guard at all times.”
“I was never on the football team. I hated the jocks,” he grumbled, putting the ball back into the pile he had found it in.
I pouted. “So you would have hated me?”
Blake grinned. “No. I would have tried out for the team even though I hate sports, and would probably make an idiot out of myself just so that I could be around you.”
I smiled too. “And I would have taken you behind the bleachers, and taught you how to make a special kind of field goal.”
He laughed. “Okay, that was just cheesy.”
I laughed too. “You’re right, it was.”
He licked his lips. “But, all cheesiness aside, maybe we can reenact that sometime? Too bad we’re not playing near a school.”
I smirked. “Oh the students would love to walk in on that.”
“Some might. The jocks might pound the crap out of us.”
“Well, thy would pound the crap out of you anyway. I’ve got the muscle to defend myself with.” I smirked.
“And I don’t?” Blake asked, flexing his arm muscle.
“You’re getting there. Maybe you can go to the gym with me next time and we can work out together.” I brushed my hand gently against his.
“Or maybe we can just go to the bedroom and do a different kind of workout,” he suggested.
I smiled. “They do have bed displays here.”
“As tempting as that sounds, there’s not a chance in hell,” Blake quipped.
I rolled my eyes. “Like I was serious.”
“Well, you never know.”
“Hey, you may be irresistible, but I’m not stupid. Oh yeah, let’s just go on the bed display and do it. We can have a whole bunch of fans take our picture, and we can have our picture in the tabloids too! Oh, and then we can have our contract revoked, and—”
Blake cut me off. “Shut up.”
I smiled. “I’m just saying.”
“Ooh, Spongebob!”
I rolled my eyes. No wonder everyone thought he had ADD.
B∞C

I picked up the stuffed Spongebob Squarepants pillow. It was a pillow shaped exactly like him. I hugged it. “This is awesome, man. Too bad I’d be to embarrassed to check out with it.” I put it back. I didn’t even watch the show that often, but I had a fascination with the dude. I don’t know what it was.
“And I see some people never stop playing with toys,” Chris stated, looking amused.
“It’s not a toy. It’s a pillow.” I held my head up high in defiance.
“But it in in the toy section,” he reasoned.
“So are the board games, and we’re getting one of those,” I said, heading over to the games and picking up the Deluxe Clue edition.
Chris shrugged. “Board games are different. You’re never too old for board games.”
“And you’re never too old for pillows,” I said as we headed out of the toy department.
“You are if they’re shaped like Spongebob Squarepants.”
“Shut up.”
He smirked.
We headed over to electronics, where Sanjaya was arguing with Sligh about which DVD to get.
I had a secret stash that I had gotten for my birthday. I knew it was mean not to share with the others, but I didn’t want them breaking any of the DVDs or losing them. I know Sanjaya would probably be the first to accidentally break one. They came from my fans, so I wanted to take extra good care of them. There were a few I would watch with the others, but for most of them, Chris and I would watch them in our hotel room or on our laptops while smooshed in together on one of our bunks.
They finally decided on Napoleon Dynamite.
“Why don’t you just get two? It’s not like you can’t afford it now,” I asked.
“Because we can just watch DVDs from your secret stash whenever you’re willing to share them with us,” Sligh stated.
I gave him a look.
Sligh shrugged. “What? It’s not like we don’t know the fans gave you a bunch. Most of the time we were there too, signing autographs.”
“Jerks,” I muttered.
“You’re the one who doesn’t share,” Sanjaya quipped.
“Well if I could trust you not to break or scratch them…”
“You can! Please. You all act like just because I’m a minor I am some mentally challenged invalid.”
Chris covered my mouth with his hand to stop my smart comeback.
“Come on!” My protest came out muffled against his hand. I slowly licked a trail up his hand, and he instantly dropped his hand.
“You’re sick,” he said, wiping his hand on his shirt.
“You don’t seem to say that when my tongue goes to other parts of your body,” I whispered into his ear.
He shot me a look of desire, and I could hardly wait until we had time alone together.
“Well, we’re all set. Are you guys?” Sligh asked, pushing his cart out of the electronics section.
I looked into the cart. I hadn’t noticed it before, but now I could see that it was filled with all kinds of snack food. “You’re going to get sick, man.”
He shrugged. “I’m not going to eat it all at once. I’m sure you guys are going to help me eat it besides.”
“You’re going to get fat eating all that crap,” Chris told him.
Sligh gave him a look. “Uh, hello? I already am!” He patted his stomach for emphasis.
The five of us laughed. Yes, Sligh laughed at his own joke.
“There’s just more to love, right, man?” I asked, patting his back.
Sligh nodded. “Right!”
“We still have to get the goldfish crackers,” Chris reminded me.
“Shit, I forgot.” I turned to Sligh, Sanjaya, and Shyamali. “You guys go ahead and we’ll catch up.”
They all nodded, and then went to check out, Sanjaya singing all the way. “I love goldfishes cuz they’re so delicious! Gone goldfishin’!”
Chris and I both rolled our eyes, but we smiled as we headed to the snack aisle.
“I love goldfishes cuz they’re so delicious!” I began. “Stupid Sanjaya getting that damn song stuck in my head again.”
“Gone goldfishin’!” Chris finished for me.
“Shut up.”
Chris laughed. “What? You can’t just sing part of it without finishing.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, dude.”
B∞C

We got the goldfishes, and then headed to the checkout. Of course that was when the fans decided to mob us. We were able to do our shopping without being mobbed, but right at the last moment was when we got hit. I should have known we wouldn’t be able to get out of the store without being mobbed.
We didn’t mind though. After we finished checking out, and I was sure I saw someone videotaping us checking out, we stopped for pictures and autographs.
After about fifteen minutes, we managed to get back to the bus.
Sligh unloaded his snacks in the cupboard, marking his favorite snacks, for Sligh’s mouth only. Like that would stop any of us. It especially wouldn’t stop Sanjaya.
Blake set the game down on the table, and then hid our goldfishes in his bunk. I knew we would enjoy them that night in our hotel room while watching one of his DVDs that he had gotten for his birthday.
After that, we met with more fans, and a while later, it was time to get ready for the show.

That night, Blake had a little surprise for me during his and my set. He began beat boxing to “SexyBack”. I wasn’t expecting that. The bastard. In a good way of course.
The night before, he had told me how sexy it would be if I were to sing that (or at least part of it) since everyone liked to compare me to Justin Timberlake. I had laughed it off, but apparently, he was more serious than I had thought he was.
I sang it to please him. Besides, I would look like a real jerk if I refused to sing it. I usually didn’t get shy on stage, but singing that was a slight bit embarrassing, just due to Justin’s semi-provocative lyrics.
Anyway, I only sang about twenty seconds of the song, and when I finished, the crowd was going crazy. I barely noticed their screams, however. I was too busy watching Blake’s expression. His eyes were dark, and he was looking at me in the unmistakable way that he always looked at me when he was seriously in the mood.
Hm, I thought. Maybe I should sing this every night if it turns him on this much. Besides, the audience seemed to love it.
When the show was over, we briefly went to the after party, and then Blake and I headed back to our hotel room. We were using Blake’s room that night. Of course, along our way there, we stopped by the bus to get our crackers and one of our DVDs. Fans had not only given Bake DVDs, but also ones for us to share. One of the DVDs that was given to us was called Trick. We chose that one since it was gay themed. How subtle of our fans. Not.
“How do fans know we’re a couple? I swear it’s like they have hidden video cameras installed on our bus,” Blake said as we entered his room.
I shut the door behind us, hearing it lock. “Maybe we should check for them?”
“Seriously, we should.”
I wrapped my arms around Blake from behind and smiled, kissing the back of his neck. “And how would the fans get past security and be on our bus long enough to install the cameras, hm?”
Blake shrugged. “I don’t know. Fans have their ways, man.”
I nodded. “Especially the young girls. But come on. If anyone had proof of us as a couple, it would be all lover the news.”
Blake nodded. “True.” He turned around to face me. He took me into his arms. “Do you know how turned on I was when you sang ‘SexyBack’?”
I kissed him. “Everything turns you on.”
“Only when it comes to you,” he said. His eyes were lowered as he kissed me again.
“You know, I could have killed you. Next time warn me when you’re serious about something. Lucky for you, everything turned out all right,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow. “And what would you have done to me if it hadn’t turned out all right?”
“It’s what I wouldn’t do to you.” I replied. “I’d deny you sex for a week.”
“Psh! Like you’d be able to last that long.”
“I could just take care of any ‘problems’ myself,” I insisted.
Blake’s eyes darkened. “Like hell you would.”
I smiled, and pulled him closer. I kissed down the side of his neck. “Me singing ‘SexyBack’ may turn you on, but you getting possessive of me turns me on.”
“Well good, because I want you badly. Right now.”
I grinned as he had to step on his tiptoes to reach me.
I leaned down as I usually did, so that he didn’t have to struggle so much. We kissed some more, and he started to back me towards the bed.
“I want to watch the movie first,” I said as he lay me down on the bed.
He groaned. “Why not after?”
I laughed. “You’re whining.”
He pouted. “Is this my punishment for not warning you ahead of time about ‘SexyBack’? We did talk about it last night, you know.”
“We never agreed to actually do it. We only talked about it. And if you want to think of it as punishment, go ahead. But I really just want to see this movie.”
He sighed, and began stripping his clothes off. “What’s it about anyway? I forgot.”
As I stripped down to my briefs, I explained. “This guy goes to a male strip club and sees a male stripper that he likes. On the way home, they run into each other on the subway. They decide to get together to have sex, but they can’t find a single place to hook up. There are so many obstacles in the way. At least that is what I gathered from the description on the box. I haven’t seen this before either.”
Blake slipped some boxers on. Next, he turned the television and DVD player on and put the DVD, and then he grabbed the remotes and climbed into bed with me. “Do they ever get to hook up?”
“What part of ‘I’ve never seen this before either’ didn’t you understand?” I teased.
“Shut up.”
I turned off the lights, and he pressed play on the movie.
We snuggled together as we began to watch the movie. I smiled to myself as I realized how domestic we were. I could get used to this, I knew.
B∞C

The movie wasn’t so bad. I could totally relate with the characters. No matter where they went to have sex, there was always some kind of obstacle getting in their way. Of course, I could have Chris if I wanted to. He was the obstacle, making me wait for him. The movie helped to take my mind off things. I was eager to see if they ever got to hook up. They never did get to hook up, but at least it ended where you knew they were going to be more than just a one-night stand to each other.
When the movie ended, I turned off the player and the television.
“Did you like it?” Chris asked me.
I nodded. “It was pretty good. Why do you think our fans gave us that one? Then again, I know why. They want us together.”
Chris took me into his arms, and smiled against my neck. “And we are together. If they only knew, they’d be so siked.”
I smiled. “I guess we just radiate love for each other. You know, people are more suspicious of guys. If girls share clothes or do each other’s hair, no one thinks of a thing of it. But if guys do that sort of stuff, they’re gay.”
Chris nodded. “True. But we haven’t gotten to the ‘do each other’s hair’ part yet.”
“Only because we have people to do that for us,” I reasoned.
Again, Chris nodded. “True. Besides. We’re much better as messing each other’s hair up than doing it.”
I raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Doing it? Oh, I think we’re pretty good at that. And speaking of which, can we ‘do it’ now?”
He smirked too. “Well, the movie’s over, so I suppose we could.”
I grinned. “Yes!” I straddled and kissed him, and he moaned into the kiss.
B∞C

I was so glad that Blake seemed to be back to his old self. I was happy when he had agreed to watch Trick with me. I was afraid he’d get all upset that a fan had bought us a gay movie, but instead he seemed rather intrigued by it.
As we made love that night, I finally felt as if things were going to be okay. I just hoped they stayed that way. Too bad, things didn’t always work out as planned.
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